SECOND ANNUAL TALK LIKE A PIRATE DAY! (Open RP)

[anthony-crowley.livejournal.com]

Crowley awoke, not in his comfortable bed inside Club 33, but disoriented and hung over on a bench in front of the castle, an empty bottle of rum still clutched in one hand, mouth fuzzy, and head pounding.

"Ngk."

He brought up the other hand to guard his bleary, uncovered eyes from the glaring sun. It took him a moment to realize that there was a great deal more frilly sleeve around his wrist than there should be. After a perfectly still moment, Crowley ever so cautiously moved his hand down slightly to discover a mustache and double braided beard.

"Bugger."

It wasn't what he meant to say.

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[caycep]

(There's laughter over the loudspeakers, and then Cayce's voice is heard.)

Arr, me hearties! Seems we be talkin' in sea-dog lingo again today! And I've me some sea-shanties and ballads for ye scurvy dogs. They done appeared like magic on me computin' device, and so here they are.

Spanish Ladies (Bill Frisell)
My Son John (John C. Reilly)
Blood Red Roses (Sting)
Coast of High Barbary (Joseph Arthur)
Turkish Revelry (Loudon Wainwright III)
What Do We Do With The Drunken Sailor (David Thomas)

There be some other ballads an' ditties, but I think they be not so fair for the ears of the youngsters here. If you be wantin' to hear The Good Ship Venus or Fire Down Below, be findin' me later.

Arrr!

(More laughter, and Cayce signs off.)

((All of these songs are ganked from the compilation Rogue's Gallery: Pirate Ballads, Sea Songs and Chanteys. It is made of awesome, and highly, highly recommended.))

[caycep]

((And here is the correct link for "Fire Down Below".))

[always-confuzed.livejournal.com]

(*shuffle* *more shuffling* *sound of a bottle being set down near the mike*)

Followin' that fine beauty's fine example, I seem ter be recallin' a song I came across when I were a... splicin' the mainbrace . Ah! Here it be.

Weird Beard (http://download.yousendit.com/0C55EAB31454DE41) (Mad Caddies)

And Jackson, ye old Jack Tar? Seems like a fine day ter be handin' out moonshine. We best set up shop today, matey!

[a-good-man.livejournal.com]

Called in.

“Aye, our grog be fittin’ fer this, methinks, an might be makin’ it a bit more bearable the while. But I'd like to be keel-hauling the lot of whatever lubbers be decidin’ that pyrates or anyone else would be speakin’ like this. Arr.”

A pause.

“Methinks I be making a lousy pyrate in any case.”

[always-confuzed.livejournal.com]

"Ye do be makin' a right lousy one. An' there still be nothin' in this Calypso-forsaken land that makes ye crack a smile without ye guttin' it on yer saber. Yer drinkin' tonight, lad."

[thebadboyfriend.livejournal.com]

*called in* *far too cheerful about the whole thing*

Arr, me hearty, could you be after playin' The Sex Pistols' Friggin' In the Riggin' (http://download.yousendit.com/B16B0B4134104C71)?

An' where would ye be plannin' on settin' up this fine shop of yers, think ye?

[always-confuzed.livejournal.com]

Yar, matey, I can be doin' that fer ye.

We'll be handin' out our fine grog in front o' Star Tours, I'd wager. I'll be settin' aside a bottle fer ye, if ye'd like.

[thebadboyfriend.livejournal.com]

Thank ye kindly. An' could ye set aside more than the one? Me lasses Lilly an' Veronica be deservin' a drop or two, an' I be thinkin' a reel an' a hornpipe or two are in order to celebrate the arrival of two such beauteous an' lusty wenches.

*...he was probably going to get in trouble for that last bit, wasn't he? Oh, well, Lilly at least he could try to buy forgiveness from with alcohol.*

[always-confuzed.livejournal.com]

*laughter* We can surely do that fer ye and yer fine beauties, on such a fine 'oliday.